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Jul 2013
The tension runs
as thick as my blood
... but not yours.

You are no longer
mine. Somewhere
between a touch
and a kiss,
I lost you.

My mistake to
believe that
feelings
could
be
reciprocated.

You're free.

I gave up self-pity
but am still
quite acquainted
with self-loathing.
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   Emma S
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